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People say “I love you,”
But what is love?
Is it the white feathers,
On an evening dove?

Is it the way the sun shines,
Every moment so bright,
Or maybe its the way a person’s eyes sparkle,
When you whisper, “Goodnight?”

Is it the morning dew,
On the grassy hill sides,
Is it the flow of water,
In the late evening tide?

The Oxford English dictionary says,
Love is a deep affection,
What they don’t explain,
Is how to create such a strong connection?

I don’t know much about love,
But what I do,
Is that no words can describe it more than,
I feel it for you.

It may not be the sun, the water or the due,
It may just be that love is everything you do.

It is the way your face lifts,
When you grace anyone with your smile,
The way you dance around,
Reminds me of your classy style.

It is the way you care for me,
In so many ways,
And the way you do this,
Every moment, of every day

Its the way you enjoy every moment,
Than inspires me to live,
And as I do so,
To you I share all the love we can give.

Mom,
My angel from above,
Because nothing can describe it better,
Than that special word “Love”